We talk

We talk…

From the troubles of yesterday
To the anxieties of tomorrow

When joy wrinkled at a pane
When orchestras gasped in sorrow

How you did your locks
And how you like mine to

Of all that is
And all those what ifs

Of methods and
All their madness

Of serenity scenic
And the whirling fuss

We talked about everything
Except the distance between us